And that’s when they can be persuaded to say anything. But I like a bit of a talk you know. I don’t get a chance to talk to such good-looking chap... back home, so I like to talk whenever I can. I like the sex but I also like a talk.’ ‘Well, yeah!’ said Sharon, getting bored. ‘But what about their stiffies? What makes them so fucking horny all the time?’ ‘It’s drugs, I’m afraid. They take these drugs all the time to keep them sexually aroused. The women as well as the men. And they get training. Then she put her glasses back on. And waited. “Now your blouse.” She reached up with one hand to begin untying the bow at her neck, but I said, “No. Leave the bow. Just your blouse.” This time she took the precaution of removing her glasses and laying them beside her before lowering her head to the rug again and reaching behind her to unfasten the three buttons at her neck. Then she eased the bow above the collar of her blouse, reached back to pull the tail of her blouse up to her shoulders,. I liked the way it accented my ebony skin. Besides, the simple act of running my hands over my body drew a great deal of attention to me, and that I didn't mind at all. Sooner or later I expected the attention would be from someone I would be interested in.I smiled a secret little grin as I looked down over my body. I was already glistening slightly from my workout over at the "Muscle Beach" area. Interestingly, the guys over there recognized and accepted me for who I was, a middle-aged black. " She looked in shock, but then a more sympathetic look came across her face, and then the thinking look again. "Well I guess I can't just leave it like that then," she said as she removed her knickers again, "You have to finish the job!" She climbed onto the sofa and lay on her back with her legs in the air. I grabbed her ankles and put them on my shoulders. She gave me a cheeky wink, and then I pushed my cock as deep into her as possible. I started thrusting in and out. She gave me bits of.